Page 306 of Legacy
“There’s no forgiveness. Only penance.”
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The ride to the loft is thick with nervous tension.
Enzo keeps glancing at me like I might throw him to the wolves. When we pull up, Angelo’s already outside.
Handsome.
Button-down shirt, sleeves rolled, that unreadable look in his eyes. I inhale slowly.
He looks ready for me to undress.
Too bad I need to clear the air first. This wholeSinner killing our own menthing is rotting my brain.
Enzo stops the car, but doesn’t move.
“Don’t tell him,” he says quietly.
I give him a soft, almost apologetic smile. “He won’t kill you. Nothing’s going to happen.”
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“I can,” I say, my voice calm. “Because I have the biggest bargaining chip in the world—myself.”
I step out, shut the door. Enzo drives off fast, like he doesn’t want to be in firing range when the bomb drops.
Angelo walks toward me, his eyes devouring me whole.
“Tesoro,” he murmurs, arms spreading, “you look like a dream.”
I walk into him. His arms wrap around me tight, firm, safe.
“I have a surprise inside. Come on.”
He starts to guide me toward the door.
But I stop.
He turns. “Everything okay? Did you forget something?”
I take a breath. My chest is too tight, but I speak anyway.
“The men who watched over me for the past five years... where are they? Have I met them?”
His hand slips from my back. Both go into his pockets. His jaw tightens as he meets my eyes.
“They’re dead.”
Good.
At least he didn’t lie.
“An accident?”
His jaw ticks. Eyes narrowing.
“I know you, Adriana. You don’t ask questions you don’t already know the answer to.”
